Mandatory question, oh you!

I'm aware that my profile will only make most people even less interested in me. I don't care that it doesn't fit with what people expect. It's a waste of time to be insecure and roundabout when the only goal is to say something about yourself... unless lies and self-flattery are a notable part of who you are.

I am an absorbent sponge for random facts, and even wise, as underrated as that is. I make myself laugh, but have no hesitation to laugh with someone else instead. I'm usually passive, though stubborn, but can sometimes be manically protective or otherwise motivated (people just happen to be a common trigger). I make funny faces, stick my tongue out and flex it around when I'm really concentrating on something, and like to dance with myself.

I'm more socially inept than I realize, or so I assume. When there's something on my mind, it usually won't come out without a fight. It's me doing that fighting. I feel the need to answer almost any questions asked of me, and always want to tell the truth instead of little white lies.
This summary is one of those truth telling times. How many people will read this, saying they appreciate honesty, but be unwilling to realize they don't want it?
I can't stop myself from spilling my heart, and then no one appreciates it. The hypocrisy irritates me, gives me reason to feel superior, and deep down I'm never content with that
I like stylized format changes.
I'm distinctly self-conscious, sitting apart from a group I'm angry at, jealous of, uninterested in, and desire to be a part of.

I feel the need to distance myself from the world, and just keep coming back to a craving for someone to give me validation. You could call me a surprisingly inactive activist; one day I looked up at the sky, a bird shit on my face, a kid laughed, and it started this awful chain of events that led to me disapproving of everything in the world as it is. Metaphorically. Where do you start? And I feel sorry for, or accepting of (or just lonely) everyone. I wish I could save everyone all at once, and above my total lack of progress in my apparent dream of being a superhero, I can't even save myself.

bet I said too much

So, Boils and Ghouls, join me on an adventure into this abyss. It must be some sort of crypt, I mean, look at this crap.

Very little lately. I used to spend a lot of time with art, composing, and writing. Now it's really just the writing. Except not very regularly. I'm starting to get down to writing some sort of story, though.

In my future, I see whatever job gets me by, without leaving me too disgruntled, and hopefully with no money-related stress. Normally I would say that any job is worthwhile as long as you love it, but in my case it just doesn't work. What I feel for myself is that I can do whatever I want to on my own time. If I, at heart, wanted to be a psychologist, then I'd be a psychologist, regardless of the amount of education I have or the job I'm currently suffering through. I'm not so big on the whole need to climb the social ladder over other people's backs. I'd rather stand in the corner and twiddle my thumbs, let them climb a metaphorical ladder.

Oral sex?

First things people notice about me? Ok, first is definitely the fact that I'm sitting somewhere on my own with my head down, maybe sleeping. Not depressed, just somewhat self-conscious and not very social. Then it'd be humour, since it's that one magical positive trait I definitely have. Screw your money and good looks!

My favourite book is Dreamcatcher, without any contest. I haven't read as many books as I should have, but I still think that is a great book. Anyone with a book to recommend, I'll listen... even if that's all you've got to say! H.P. Lovecraft is always a classic, and you can't forget Pale Fire (hot shit.)

Favourite movie... Anchorman; Silence of the Lambs; or October Sky (varied, I know, although I personally think Anchorman is crap even though I (killed a man with a trident) liked it), plus BIG FISH! I loved that movie, and I know I would have cried at the end if I didn't have to watch it with my dad... Music? I can get into anything really, apart from rap with materialistic/female-degrading/just plain bad lyrics. "Y'all niggaz can't fuck up my nigga'z ho" x10
That song is so terrible it fascinates me.

When it comes to food, I'm not picky. I like simple tastes, and I'm crazy about potatoes, but I'll try anything and I'll probably like it. I had a Quizno's sub once; it was a party in my mouth and everyone was invited (ala Simpsons), but I didn't like everyone that was invited. It's still a party. Just no tomatoes. Cooked are fine, not uncooked. I DESPISE THEM

Semantics get me horny, so I'll just say I can technically "do without" anything. I can do without air, if me dying isn't a specific issue, and don't even bother bringing up sex.

Love, injustice, humanity, and how I love humanity despite its injustice and inevitable demise in a blaze of cruelty, apathy, and short-sightedness.
It's the abusive asshole I just can't bring myself to leave.

Nothing in particular, suits me fine! I'll party on a Tuesday, if I really want to, bitches!

I'm terribly insecure.

If you want to (I'm a clever bastard, I know). Really, I'm nice and stuff, and funny, pretty much open to anyone, not looking for anything in particular. I adapt well. Or if I got an email about you being a stalker and you decided not to send me a message.